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[ltxoliviabenson]

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

* NSFW ASKS (Ohgod why) - @amandarcllins

13: Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

That would honestly depend on the thread/plot. But yes.

[three-realms-archive]

The RAD School Play

Imagine a school play at RAD. Complete with auditions drama, handmade sets and a whole lot of the regular brand of Devildom shenanigans.

MC’s participation in a play staring two, main leads - which share a romantic kiss at the end, no less - seems to have been really bad for auditions. Diavolo had thought advertising you as one of the main leads would encourage some healthy competition and draw in more sign-ups, so he initially gave you the role.

But then Lucifer had shown up to the next student council meeting with twenty pages instead of the one sign-up sheet the Prince had put up on RAD’s bulletin board. On the sheets collectively, was a sign-up from every student at RAD.

So now, you’re the director and the judge for auditions instead! Diavolo is very proud of this new plan because it solves the problem of getting a more reasonable number of actors, whilst also firing up the auditions. No one wants to look foolish in front of MC after all.

The MC.

The Master of the Avatars of Sin.

Demons figured that one ruling over the Avatar of Greed alone must have demanding taste; let alone one ruling all seven brothers. So you watch everyone give it their all, pulling out all the stops, tricks and twirls in hopes that they can catch your eye.

… Little do they know, you’ve already made up your mind about who’s playing the leads. You pull out the profile of one of your demon friends from your Seductive Speechcraft class - then the profile of her current crush, whom she’s been gushing to you about ever since his seat was moved next to hers. They have good chemistry, had done great auditions, and most importantly…

… You’ve been shipping them for so, so long now. Some would call this an abuse of power but, eh.

You’re the MC.

(this was a little inspired by high school musical - i may turn this into a larger fic with stuff from all the characters if it gets popular enough :D we need more of mc being a harmless menace, like abusing their popularity to play matchmaker at rad lol)

[youngdutchishot]

I like it when a friend gives you a nickname then someone else tries to use that and they're all "hey wtf only I call them that you bitch" but you're also warmed by them doing that.. anyways I think Dutch would get severely pissed when people try to call Hosea old girl-

[teisubrainrot]

and he never took it out for a bullshit reason like ‘what if pee leaks through the hole wtf’

[ffiahh]

*cracks knuckles* I need vi whimpering on her knees, am I okay? No, but I need her whining and begging so badly

wowza

getting vi on her knees was easy enough, actually witnessing it was hard. she was a sight to behold, quite the beauty, but when she was so pliant in front of you; with her large puppy eyes and the whining, vi, whining? no.

yes. she looked damn well good doing it as well; maybe it was the trusting haze she had over her grey eyes, or the way her muscles strained under her restraints, or the way her lips were swollen, barely even able to keep in the string of saliva in her mouth from fucking her with the strap she was confident using on you. you couldn't keep your gaze away from her thick thighs or the way she was hellbent on staying on the floor, carpet burns be damned just so that you can finally give her what she wants.

"please. please, baby. i really need you. ill do anything."

hm, maybe you'll keep her there just a little longer.

i hope i served

[f0xgl0v3]

Camp Half Blood Schedule

As of now I have 14 pages for the schedule and describing stuff and activities and it’s all mush, my brain is mush and please I want to go home and see my family 🥺😭😭

In all reality this is a combination of procrastinating reading Tower of Nero because all the characters I really care about have been drop kicked out of the narrative and I’m at my grandparents house. I have nothing to do and I have a horrible sense of time so let’s get into this (plus sometime down the line I’ll go over HoO re-imagining like. Camp Jupiter processes but I’m reading some books about the Roman legion so I’m gonna, tough that out and then report back lol)

Disclaimer!! I don’t know what time is, time is something that eludes my brain and the only summer camp I’ve been to was a Christian one with a foster family because I was bored that summer and I said why not (I’m not Christian but it was funny). Also I like completely forgot if there is anything in the books that actually have schedule lore. I forgot most things with CHB to be honest.

So anyways, actual meat and potatoes

7:30- wake up and get ready. Yes 7:30 sounds reasonable to me. It gives the kids 30 minutes before breakfast and campers can wake up before the ‘official’ time.

On Fridays we have cabin inspections, dictated by the arbitrary ‘one day we picked someone to do it first and now we’re on a rotation’.

8:00-8:30; breakfast time, yes you only get 30 minutes for breakfast we have things to do and does it take you more than 30 minutes to gobble up breakfast? (No judgement it took me 2 hours to eat lunch one time) but If I ever let the other 13+ pages of notes come to light they’ll be more in depth stuff about. Everything, but breakfast time includes

- one cabin setting up the Dining Pavilion

-Everyone offering to the Gods

-Morning announcements!

-yum actually eat food

-plate staking/cleaning up the tables

8:30-10:00; the first activity. The activities are your going to the arena, or the forge, all that jazz. Uh, there’s a board in the Big House where counselors set up the schedules (as in signing up for activities n stuff and coordinating) I’ll get into it someday. Maybe.

10:00-12:00; Activity 2/downtime. Because pinky swear just chilling is an activity. Downtime is important. I wrote down that cabins can sign for the same thing back to back if they so wish. Also the rules are looser than the words clinging onto my brain so really anything happens. It’s CHB they laugh in the face of a rule.

12:00-12:30; Lunch time. Nothing special about it. Uh ,:3

12:30-2:00; third activity. Action packed days for the win!

2:00-4:00; fourth activity time. Also probably when most of the campers start cabin revolts. No one agrees on a schedule most of the time.

4:00-4:30; actual specific free time. Some moments to gather round and chill out. You’ve already spent most of your day, doing something.

4:30-5:30; activity 5. Most of the time this can just be a continuation of the free time.

Don’t ask me what those extra 10 minutes are for no one really ever knows

After 6 o’ clock no one is allowed on the lake. Sorry man

6:00; also the beginning of Dinner. Dinner goes as planned, usually with some Camp wide event happening because of course. Can’t have good stuff here at camp/j

7:00; Camp Sing-a-long times!

7:30-8:00; your stuck in the Cabin circle but at least you get those last few minutes to hang out without the threat of harpies later in the night.

8:00; all campers enter cabins for like getting ready to go to bed and stuff. Get your last conversations in

8:30; official curfew is in effect. No one can leave the cabins except for counselors who need to plan the next day because they aren’t planning their full week on Sunday.

I have notes also on like. Everything else ,:3 Chiron gets lessons and the Cabins have to do those and stuff. Sorry I haven’t been, posting long posts like this for a while lol. I’ll probably get some HoO re-imagined Camp Jupiter content out once I finish this one book I’m reading and have my CJ notebook (yes I do have a whole notebook dedicated to CJ there’s my fun fact). Also, at some point I’d like to introduce Charlico (Chiron’s WIFE) to CHB if possible. Love you Charlico/j

Okay ,:3 I think I sound a little delirious, tomorrow I have to get on a plane and after that I have to go stay a week at someone else’s place. I’ll see all of you soon to talk about the forge or something. Or maybe I’ll finally get my master lists all sorted out and stuff lol.

[alkhale]

Do you have any headcannon about if hoku parents met the boys. Like ace, Luffy and the crew?

Manu

doesn't really like Ace, thinks men his type are trouble despite their smiles, "They burn bright and they burn fast, maka. Don't get caught in the aftermath."

thinks Zoro is trustworthy but isn't the fondest of him, he's more of an agreeable sort but his lack of respect is appalling

would actually like Franky quite a bit, he's the type Manu finds amusing

would be interested in Brook, doesn't take his perverted jokes too well

he'd get along well with Sabo but wouldn't quite be the fondest of him, most likely because he knows even though Sabo is the most "mature" he's also one of the smarter, perhaps slyer ones

he'd probably be fondest of Sanji, despite the flirty and wooing, Manu would find Sanji to be one of the best. He's the type that likes earnest, good men who are a bit easy to read in moments like that. If there was anyone he'd let Hoku date it'd be Sanji.

on a side note would be quietly fond of Nami and Robin, but also a little wary of them in the sense that he knows they could easily round Hoku into trouble because he has a feeling Hoku has a harder time turning these two down

all in all, Manu's just a bit harder to please or have warm up to you, but he comes from good intentions, only the best for his Maka

Mahina

would really like Zoro, he's probably her favorite, on a side note Zoro would like her quite a bit too, he'd remind her a lot of Mihawk in ways that are also different, and she'd be charmed by his way with his swords and his dream in life

would absolutely love Franky, loud men like that make her laugh

is interested in Brook but finds him a little creepy

she'd like Ace quite a bit, but I think she would feel a strange need to help correct this kid on a few misconceptions he has between himself and her daughter, would also tease him a lot

would tease the hell out of Sabo, she'd like him fine, but she'd have a pretty good read on him the way Manu does and take it upon herself to tease Sabo and make him squirm

would love Nami and Robin and want to spend time with them

she'd like Sanji quite a bit but worries that he's a bit weak? she hopes this one will be alright

all in all, Mahina is easier to please, she tends to like everyone but she's secretly the hardest to get to approve in a romantic sense

They would both love Luffy.

[iffeelscouldkill]

Lost in a Familiar Place pt. 6

(Aka the ‘Nicholas never applied to Kings Row’ AU)

A/N: This is the second-to-last instalment of this fic! So the next update will be the final one, although it's shaping up to be twice as long as the other chapters, so... it'll be like a double chapter. But I'll post it as one thing xD

In which Nicholas spends time with Eugene and Bobby, and Harvard works some things out.

Previous chapters: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

“So you were there because Harvard just invited you to watch practice on the spot,” Eugene summarised, as Bobby sipped his smoothie and listened wide-eyed. When Bobby had said ‘get smoothies’, Nicholas had assumed they were going into town – but Kings Row students weren’t allowed off-campus during term-time without special permission.

Instead, they were at a little shop on campus with tables outside that sold “healthy” smoothies. Bobby described them as “not too bad”; Nicholas took one mouthful and didn’t know what to think. Maybe they were an acquired taste.

“And then,” Eugene continued, “you mouthed off at Seiji Katayama-”

“Not mouthed off,” Nicholas objected, laughing. “I was just saying that I saw-”

“-holes in his defence, yeah; I’m pretty sure that counts as mouthing off to someone like Seiji,” Eugene said. “You did that, and then Coach Williams was like, ‘Hey, why not let this random guy borrow some gear and join in?’”

Nicholas grinned and shrugged. “It sounds weird, I know, but I guess she knew me from Regionals? She saw my match against Kyle.” He grimaced and played with his straw. “Not the greatest show of my skills, but I’m getting better all the time.”

“I can’t believe this all happened because you hooked up with Aiden,” Bobby exclaimed, sounding thrilled and a little scandalised. “What was that like, by the way? I’ve always wondered. Is he a good kisser?”

“Uh,” Nicholas thought about it. “Yeah, not bad.” He shrugged one shoulder. “So – does Seiji not hang out with you guys after practice?”

He caught Bobby and Eugene trading a brief look of amusement, although he didn’t know exactly why.

“He’s pretty closed-off,” Bobby said. “We have invited him, but – he’s so driven. It doesn’t seem like he has much time for anything social.” He smiled, apparently wowed by idea of being so dedicated to fencing that it was all you ever did. “Eugene has talked to him, haven’t you, Eugene?”

“Uh, not much,” Eugene said. “Just a few times in practice. He’ll critique your form – whether you want it or not, usually. He did give me some good advice about protein shakes once, though.”

Nicholas thought about Seiji’s laser focus when he fenced, the relentless way that he won point after point. In truth, Nicholas wished he could be more like that. He’d thought that he was motivated to better himself, but compared to Seiji, he wasn’t serious at all. That drive, that sheer determination – it was what made Seiji a champion.

A thoughtful silence descended for a bit before Nicholas cast around for a change of subject. “So – what’s it like, being at Kings Row?” he asked. “I’ve always kind of wondered what boarding school is like. Are they super strict?”

Bobby’s eyes lit up. “It’s great! Sure, it’s kind of formal, but there’s a lot of fun stuff, too. Most of the fencers are in the same dorm…”

Nicholas listened as Bobby and Eugene told tales of assemblies and study hall, sneaking extra food from the canteen, sharing care packages from home and doing makeovers (that one was mostly Bobby).

“The dress code is strict,” Eugene complained. “Plus, you have different types of uniform that you have to wear for different things. Like sports class, or assembly.”

“Why?” Nicholas asked.

Eugene talked about cutting class when he was inducted into the team and sneaking out to the fencing clubhouse for a secret feast and team pledge. He joked about his ‘long road’ to making the team at Kings Row, trying out every year until he achieved his goal. Bobby excitedly explained why he wanted to be a fencer, and talked about his roommate, Dante, who claimed he wasn’t interested in fencing (yet hadn’t missed one of Bobby’s tryout matches).

Nicholas listened in fascination as he finished his smoothie. Truthfully, apart from the rules and the weird dress code, it sounded… fun. It was clear that the senior fencers were good guys, and that everyone at Kings Row looked out for each other even if there was some friendly competition.

And the fencing facilities… Bobby and Eugene had talked about Kings Row’s terrible track record in major competitions, but Nicholas could only dream of training somewhere like the spacious salle they’d fenced in today. For a moment, he tried to imagine it, picturing himself in a team uniform, standing in the middle of the salle, épée in hand… and a powerful wave of longing swept over him that made his breath catch. God, he wanted that so much.

He realised that Bobby and Eugene had both fallen quiet and were looking at him, although Eugene broke eye contact when Nicholas looked up, tipping his cup to drain his smoothie. Bobby smiled gently.

“You know, I’m pretty sure that Kings Row offers a fencing scholarship,” he said. “Did you ever think about trying out?”

“I don’t… Uh, I’m not really… I dunno,” Nicholas admitted, unable to muster up his usual reasoning. “It’s too late now, I guess.”

“Well, hey, if you’re ever down for getting your ass whooped in a practice match-” Eugene nudged Nicholas’ arm with a fist – “you know where to find me.”

Bobby grinned brightly at him. “Yeah, maybe we could hang out over break!”

Nicholas swallowed and smiled at them both. “That would be cool,” he said.

*

Harvard paced back and forth in the shadow of the Kings Row library building. He shouldn’t be out past curfew; as team Captain, he had a responsibility to set a good example. (Granted, he and Aiden had done it a few times in the past – more than a few, really).

But he couldn’t go back to his and Aiden’s shared dorm room. Aiden had set him a challenge to figure out what he meant by “it doesn’t do to get too attached”. He’d promised to tell Harvard the answer if Harvard couldn’t work it out, but Harvard instinctively knew that needing Aiden to tell him would be a kind of failure. And this was Aiden. His best friend. Someone he knew better than anyone else in the world, and vice versa. There was no way he wouldn’t be able to figure this out.

So, what had Aiden actually said? Harvard had asked him why he didn’t try properly as part of the team, and Aiden had responded by saying that it wasn’t good to get attached. Harvard knew that Aiden had issues with commitment. His home life had never been stable, and his dad had never offered consistent affection or emotional attention, instead thinking that throwing money around would substitute for a total lack of investment in his son’s life.

So, Aiden rejected people before they could reject him, never getting too close to anyone (except for Harvard, because Harvard refused to act like everyone else. Even when Aiden sometimes made that difficult).

But it couldn’t only be that, because Aiden knew that Harvard knew about his flaky tendencies; that wasn’t a secret. It had to be something more than that. Anyway, Aiden hadn’t always been as inconsistent as he was now – it had been a gradual thing. At the beginning, Harvard remembered, Aiden had been as dedicated as he was: showing up to every practice, doing drills and working at new moves alongside the rest of the team. Harvard recalled how much Elias, the then-captain, had liked him.

Then he’d started skipping out on the odd practice, claiming he couldn’t possibly meet his dates at any other time. When Harvard pressed him on it, Aiden had brushed him off, saying that he didn’t need all those extra practices to wipe the floor with his opponents. This was, admittedly, true (at least at the level that Kings Row competed at), and he still came through for the matches, so Harvard dropped it. But it had stung.

When he was captain, he told himself, he wouldn’t let it slide. But it was Aiden, and so… he had. Harvard sighed at himself, thinking about it. Aiden had always been his weak spot, and he’d always been able to push past the lines that Harvard tried to draw in a way that no-one else could. Whether it was skipping out on team practice… or bringing dates into their room. That one had always got his back up. The dorm room was their space, the place where they lounged around together and ate cupcakes and watched old swordfighting movies side by side.

Harvard had tried to be okay with it, telling himself that Aiden might be serious about one of these guys, and so he should get used to having them around. But Aiden never was. Harvard took Aiden's flings more seriously than Aiden did.

Aiden could never bring himself to be serious about anything, Harvard knew. He’d stopped expecting it ages ago. So, he wasn’t sure why he couldn’t chalk all of this up to Aiden being Aiden and move on.

He wanted Aiden to commit to the team, but… it wasn’t just that. Fencing had always been something that they’d done together. Being on the team, going to matches and commentating on the other fencers, watching old movies and tournament footage… Harvard had been surprised to hear Aiden say that he joined the team for Harvard because he hadn’t thought that Aiden felt the same – but fencing was their thing for Harvard too.

He had wanted Aiden to come through not for the team, not really; but for him. And when he hadn’t… Harvard had felt like he was an idiot to care as much as he did.

Harvard stared off into the distance, rubbing absently at his breastbone. He thought about the last time that he and Aiden had fenced a match against each other, during team tryouts. Harvard had enjoyed most of his matches during tryouts, even amidst the pressure. Eugene had improved so much; fencing Seiji had been a refreshing challenge, despite the stress of knowing he’d lose. And he always had fun fencing Kally, who was very tactical – a bit like Aiden.

But fencing Aiden had been… So much better than any of those matches. Harvard remembered the way Aiden tied his hair up before the match, since it was now long enough to go in a ponytail. It was a bit mesmerising, watching him flick it into place. He’d grinned, and Aiden had smiled, and it was like it had always been between them – familiar, but somehow unexpected.

They’d begun, and Aiden had fenced defensively at first, so much so that Harvard had raised an eyebrow at him. “Are we going to really fence, here?” he’d asked, and Aiden had responded with this sharp grin, and then they were fencing.

Harvard was used to this version of Aiden that he saw during fencing matches – particularly during that match against Seiji – who was all sharp edges, quicksilver wit and cutting tongue, never in the same place for too long. He turned into that person, too, when he broke up with someone. Harvard thought of it as Aiden’s defensive strategy – a way of keeping people at a distance. Of punishing them if they got too close. It made sense that this would apply as much to dating as it did to fencing.

But when the two of them fenced, Aiden was just… Aiden. The way that Harvard knew him – funny, quick, clever, his feigned carelessness disguising how much he really did care, deep down. His brow furrowed in thought while he fenced Harvard, and at one point Harvard had made a joke, some dumb reference to one of their old swordfighting movies, and Aiden had laughed openly. And Harvard had thought, There you are.

Aiden gave him a strange look, and for a moment Harvard feared the words had come out of his mouth. “What?” Aiden asked.

“I… nothing. I miss this,” Harvard had said. And then, quieter, “I miss this you.”

Aiden had looked startled, and Harvard hurriedly put his mask back on and took up a stance. They’d fenced the rest of the match, Harvard had won, and things had pretty much been normal between them. But Harvard had thought that Aiden had looked preoccupied, afterwards.

“It doesn’t do to get too attached.” Without realising it, Harvard began pacing again, more quickly. He was suddenly looking at everything in a different light.

It had never just been about fencing – it was about fencing and them. Aiden had pulled away from fencing and pulled away from Harvard because that was what he always did – to keep people at arm’s length, to keep from showing how much he cared. To protect himself. Because– because–

Harvard thought about Aiden’s shocked look when Harvard had said, “I miss this you.” He thought about Aiden running his hands through blond hair to tie it up out of the way, wisps escaping from his ponytail as he fenced, his blue eyes calculating, a knowing smirk dancing around his lips. He thought about Aiden’s laugh when they fenced.

He thought about flopping down next to Aiden on their beds, arms pressed together – about leaning into him during a movie night, trusting that Aiden would be there, solid, next to him. Harvard could vividly picture Aiden’s smile; the angle of his jaw. In his mind’s eye, he turned his head, and–

Oh. “Oh,” Harvard said out loud, staring into the distance. Then he bolted around the side of the building. He needed to find Aiden immediately.

[y-rhywbeth2]

I have a tendency to get too wrapped up in fictional languages that aren't actually conlangs, but in my poking things with a stick I have sort of noticed that in theory 'Astarion' (which is a bit short on the amounts of diphthongs elven names often seem to love so much) could be a contraction or variant, maybe dialectal, of another name and then decided to babbly about it. 'Aestar,' which has no direct given translation, crops up both in 'marriage stone' and the name of the bonding ritual 'one heart, one mind, one breath,' implying that it has (positive) connotations of unity, binding, commitment or something. Aestarion/Aestarian something. I mean, if Narlalauthspir can end up mutating from its original lengthly form into Nothspir...

Of course with all the fictional languages in this setting you can basically do whatever the hell you like, because as the Cyclopedia of the Realms noted ages ago, 'elven' and 'dwarven' and etc are actually just demihuman trade tongues like common and there are dozens of demihuman languages and you can be flat out told you have freedom to make shit up.

Want to have your characters say something in their language but don't have words or grammar? Canon itself advises you pick a sprinkling of words from the canon glossary and make shit up:

'Deep Drow is a living, changing tongue, and varies from place to place in the Underdark, as well as over time (although drow speech, due to isolation and technology slowed by tradition and a rigid class based society, does not change with the rapidity of surface languages). The DM is free to introduce new words and phrases at will—and may encounter words and phrases in other sources that are not found here.' - Drow of the Underdark

[marble-pop]

I like 2 think that nobita and tamako r cat people (bonus: they will pet every stray that has like a zillion different diseases </3 )

[calware]

the other day i got a comment on one of my posts talking about egbert that said something like "you can just say june :/" like are we really still doing this

[noirandchocolate]

Cannot WAIT til I'm done this memo 'cause I'm gonna play so much Age of Calamity 'cause I won't be working all my nights and weekends. I NEED MY BEST GUY holy SHIT I need him to save me from these stupid litigants. Blast them for me, bananamaster, they deserve it for wasting my and the court's TIME!

[mittch22]

I love your headcanons for the WGP! Such underutilized characters that Pixar will never come back to. Which makes it all the more fun to come up with the headcanons and their personalities.

Also do you have headcanons for the regional replacements of Jeff Gorvette in the international dubs of Cars 2: Long Ge (my personal bias), Flash Nilsson, Memo Rojas Jr, Frosty Winterbumper and Vitaly Petrov?

Another Ask! Thank you!!!

I must admit, it was a challenging one. I like to have a little background info before I add HC's to pre-made characters. But alas, there is not much to go on.

Im glad you bought these fine chaps to my attention. They are VERY cool. My favourite is Vitaly personally. Lets give this a go, shall we?

Long Ge - He is insanely polite and will go above and beyond to ensure the comfort of others in his presence, even sometimes to his own detriment.

He can occasionally get a little nervous talking to others, but thats down to a small amount of social anxiety. He wants everyone to like him.

Long Ge is respectful of his fellow competitors at all times, however, he can occasionally get a little arrogant, but its all in good humour.

He is heavily supportive of racers in need, especially when it comes to physical injury. Regardless of his position on the track, he will stop to help if he deems it necessary. In his spare time, he will volunteer to assist those in need.

He loves traditional board games.

Lightning McQueen ended up introducing him to Tex Dinoco and they got along straight off the bat.

Flash Nilsson - Flash is spritely and energetic and its utterly contagious. He knows exactly how to get a party going and how to keep it rolling.

He's amazing at poker.

He gets jestfully angry when fellows sing or play the Flash Gordan theme song when he enters a room or aproaches a group. He will start singing along with it though.

He's a bit of a practical joker and can spend ages thinking up amazing pranks to play on his friends. He loves to have a good laugh.

Flash spends a lot of time practicing on different tracks and honing his skillset in a variety of different ways. He's always looking to improve himself and learn loads of different techniques for different situations.

Memo Rojas Jr - Memo loves learning about different cultures and sightseeing the countries he visits.

He is a highly suspicious vehicle and carries a luck charm with him for his races.

You'll never not hear him humming or singing musical tunes and jigging along to it.

He gets on really well with Raoul and they have become quite firm friends after the WGP.

Memo is rediculously quick off the mark and shocks fellow racers with his ability to just shoot himself forward off the starting line. It can be quite startling and intimidating.

Frosty Winterbumper - Frosty is a talker. As in he is an incessant talker. Good luck shutting him up. Especially when its on a subject that he is particularly interested in.

He loves basking in gentle sunshine and believes there's nothing better than a quality nap and a decent amount of relaxation time.

He is a bit of a risk taker on the track and enjoys the rush of that.

Despite his wintery namesake, he despises being in cold environments. He can't stand the cold and will do pretty much anything to ensure he stays warm. A deeply set chill can really throw him off his game.

Vitaly Petrov (Виталий Петров) - Vitaly is an avid chess player. His father was a regional champion at the game and athough Vitaly had bigger interests in racing, he is still very good at the game. So good luck beating him.

He is used to freezing climates from growing up racing in rally sprints and ice races and just doesnt seem to get cold. He has techniques for staying warm and he will always share them with any fellow racer who feels the cold easily.

Vitaly is the only race fan in his family and built himself up in the racing world from scratch and he absolutely loves it. He does it purely for his own enjoyment. It just turns out he's really damn good at it.

Chrysler help you if you find yourself in a snowball fight with him. He is pretty merciless.

Bonus content:

I have an amusing screenshot (at least I found it amusing). Tumblr is being a bit funny on mobile at the moment with asks. And for some reason its staging out the words in the ask box when I go to answer it. This is what it came up with:

PS: His name is Frosty Winterbum now.

[aidankeef]

Send 👥 for a headcanon relating to both of our muses

✮✮ ⸻ Ela é a melhor coisa que lhe aconteceu, é claro. Aidan detém uma paixão avassaladora por Kitty que germinou anos atrás.

A primeira interação entre os dois foi, logicamente, “um acidente”. Aidan já havia avistado a filha de Hades há tempos atrás, sempre trocando olhares durante as oportunidades que lhe cabiam. Acontece que, no dia em questão, Kitty andava distraída durante a troca de aulas. O acampamento estava cheio naquele verão e o filho de Ares estava mais encrenqueiro do que nunca, mesmo com o intenso fluxo de pessoas, ele não desviava ou dava caminho. Quando notou que a semideusa caminhava em sua direção distraída, manteve o corpo firme aguardando o contato e, assim que o esbarrão aconteceu, em uma jogada de mestre, lançou-se no chão como se estivesse desequilibrado com aquele embate. Caídos no gramado do acampamento, ouviu pela primeira vez a risada de Kitty, completamente desconcertada com aquela situação. Os rostos vermelhos, o sorriso galanteador do filho de Ares, o cuidado ao ajudá-la a se levantar, foi seguido da primeira frase que trocou com a semideusa: “olhe por onde anda, tatu”.

Depois disso, as trocas de olhares se tornou mais frequente, mas nunca houve uma justificativa plausível para estourar a bolha social que possuíam. Até o primeiro ataque após o chamado de Dionísio. Quando passaram a enfrentar aquele monstro juntos, notou que havia uma sinergia peculiar entre os dois, muito fomentada pelo interesse que possuía nela e pelos movimentos graciosos que lhe causavam a sensação de previsibilidade. Desde então passaram a se aproximar pouco a pouco.

O contato se tornou cada vez mais frequente, sempre repleto de propostas de passeios durante o entardecer e pequenos presentes que surgiam de forma inesperada. Mensagens até a madrugada, insônias acompanhadas. Da lista de presentes, já fez um pequeno tatu de cerâmica para Kitty, bainhas de couro trabalhado para suas armas, cinto de utilidades para missões e até mesmo um cantil personalizado. O último presente foi, sem sombra de dúvidas, o mais divertido. Durante a hospedagem no Resort de Circe Aidan fez questão de ser brega, comprando um conjunto de casal com estampa de caveirinhas, mas aparentemente Kitty não gostou do look cômico.

Não são namorados, mas não desgrudam. Nas últimas semanas, Aidan vem pernoitando no chalé de Hades quase diariamente. Dormem na mesma cama, compartilham a mesma coberta e, vez ou outra, brigam pelo mesmo espaço. Nas últimas semanas, com a manifestação dos novos poderes, a dupla notou que as manifestações acabam Sendo bem inconvenientes: Aidan, roncando, já chegou a empurrar Kitty para fora da cama. Kiraz, por sua vez, já despertou debaixo da cama a até mesmo fora do quarto, fazendo com que o O'Keef entrasse em pânico om o sumiço repentino da mulher.

O semideus já liberou uma gaveta especial para o uso de Kiraz. Dentro dela já existem algumas peças de roupas dela e, talvez, em noites em que precisa atuar em turnos alternativos da patrulha, Aidan tenha criado o hábito de sentir o perfume no tecido antes de dormir. Estranhamente, a roupa parece sempre renovar a fragrância doce após uma visita da semideusa (ele não percebe que ela retoca o perfume em toda santa ocasião).

Aidan lustra a lâmina das espadas de Kiraz, carrega o armamento e as proteções de combate, não permite que ela lide com qualquer tipo de peso desnecessariamente. Isso implicou em uma mudança completa em sua rotina, já que adequou os seus horários para acompanhá-la.

Em nove meses sua vida se tornou muito mais alegre com a presença de Kitty. Mesmo que tudo não passe de uma singela amizade.

[lesbianusahana]

Playing with your F/Os' gender like silly putty is fun. But WATCH OUT! The Exclusionists

[ffiahh]

sevika holding ur hips down with her prosthetic arm to stop u thrashing around n it’s just that powerful that u basically cannot move at all and you just have to take everything she gives u i am gnawing at the walls and clawing my eyes out ok

OKAy you didn't- just give me a moment. i may need more than a moment

imagine seeing the handprints of her prosthetic on your hips or your boobs, or neck. 😩 vika baby has IMPRESSIVE stamina; she will go on and on and on and on and on, and will just laugh at the way you cry, beg or squirm. i need her to fuck me. i need her, i need her.

her prosthetic definitely has a built in vibrator by the way.